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Forget Me Not

By: Belle Keat

Disclaimer: I do not own
Bleach or any of its characters or merchandise. I am not in any way
associated or affiliated with anyone that does own Bleach, I had no
part in it's creation or distribution, I am not in any way associated
or affiliated with anyone owning or holding any type of copyrights to
Bleach in any way, shape or form. I am not making any profit or
gaining any type of reward/award for this fanfiction or its
distribution. It is purely for entertainment purposes ONLY.

Warning: Slight drama,
possible slight AU, possible OOC, shounen ai, slight humor

Word Count: 2,002

Date: 5/21/08

Kurosaki Ichigo did not
make a habit of visiting his mother's grave unless it was truly for
an important reason or unless with the entire Kurosaki family once
each year. Especially now after he had found out a few years ago that
his mother's soul had been eaten by a Hollow.

No longer did that grave
site hold any connection to his mother other than the remains of her
physical body which her soul no longer inhabited and which had grown
deaf upon her death. But, now even the thought that her soul may hear
his words had been bitterly ripped from him before he was ready to
know it. He was still young and the thought that he had no connection
with her any longer in any way had at the time torn him up inside. It
still did.

Of course, now that he had
been to Soul Society he knew that it was unlikely she could have
possibly heard his words even if she had not become food for that
Hollow. But, at least perhaps he could hold the faith, then, that in
her heart she knew even if she did not consciously know. It wouldn't
feel so...useless, then.

But, right now, he felt the
need to be here. To tell her, even if she could never hear him speak.
It was still respectful of her memory to tell her these important
milestones in his life. And who knew? Maybe the Shinigami were wrong
and a soul eaten by the Hollows did not always cease to exist or
whatever else they thought. They seemed to have several different
theories on what can happen when a Hollow devours a soul. But, even
Rukia herself had told him that not everything was known about them,
so wasn't it then reasonable to assume that they didn't know for sure
what happened to souls those things devoured? Or, at the very least,
they didn't know if it was always true.

Either way, Ichigo had come
here alone. He'd sneaked off from the house without informing his
family where he was going. He had not bothered to even alert his
friends that he would not be home that day. It was nobody's damn
business that he was up here. Of course, any Shinigami looking for
him could probably find him. In fact, he had the distinct idea that a
silhouette that looked quite a lot like Yumichika was hiding behind a
large oak tree.

He ignored it, figuring
that since Renji had traveled back to Soul Society for the day to
make a personal report to Byakuya, Yumichika had taken it upon
himself to watch out for Ichigo. Likely because he felt Ikkaku was
too uncouth to do it himself and might do more harm than good by
following the orange-haired Shinigami Representative. Ichigo was fine
with it, though admittedly slightly irritated, that they thought he
needed looking after and also that he or anyone else dared to intrude
upon his time here right now.

He sat down in front of his
mother's grave, not on it but in front, and set down to the flowers
he had brought her. Instead of the usual adornments for the grave
that they put there each year, he had only a small bouquet of
forget-me-nots. He felt the need to let her know that he had never
forgotten her and that he hoped in some way she was able to remember
him. He failed to see how any soul could just simply and utterly
cease to exist.

“I'm back again,
Mama. I know that you probably can't hear me...but I kinda wanted to
let you know that I found somebody. It's a guy, though. I dunno how
you would feel about that. I hope that you would approve and I think
you would. He really makes me happy.” Ichigo sighed and looked
at the headstone with the writing on it. He reached over and gently
caressed the indention of her name which had been carved into the
rock.

“You and I weren't
able to be together long enough for me to find out what you thought
about guys being with other guys, but...I think that as long as he
makes me happy then you would approve. At least, I like to think so.”
He added that last part as an after thought.

He paused for a moment as
he felt a soft breeze blow by, rustling leaves in nearby trees and
gently caressing his hair. He smiled a bit, choosing to this time
think it was his mother's way of saying she was there for him in some
small way.

“I love you, too,
Mom. But, I wanted to let you know. His name is Abarai Renji
and...yeah, he's older than I am. By a whole lot. But, he looks like
he's in his twenties. He's...he's from Soul Society. He's tall and
strong and has long red hair and...I guess he's kinda like a soldier.
I don't mean to sound like a girl gushing about her school crush or
anything. I just wanted to help you see him...since you haven't met
him.” Ichigo blushed a little bit, vaguely hoping that
Yumichika wasn't hearing the entire conversation.

He took his time to gently
arrange the flowers nicely for her. He remembered how she liked
things neat and either way she was beautiful and these forget-me-not
flowers were a bit of a darker blue than most of the pale blues he'd
seen in the shop. Not too much, though. But they were beautiful and
unique, like her. And only the most beautiful for his mother, who had
been so beautiful herself, could have possibly made Ichigo's list of
possibilities out of the type of flower he had chosen to adorn her
grave with.

“I just know that
you'd like him, Mama. He's goofy a lot of the time, but he and I can
argue a lot without damaging our relationship and...well over the
years I've developed a love for arguing and teasing. He's also really
loyal, so you don't have to worry about him being some kind of
hoodlum or anything.” Ichigo snickered a bit at the thought.

Suddenly, his snickering
became a slight laugh. He suddenly had pictured Renji in a biker
outfit from the American 60s or 70s. Back when men slicked back their
hair, wore white t-shirts under black leather jackets and tight blue
jeans with heavy boots. He came suddenly to the conclusion that he
should not watch late night television anymore. They had too many old
American movies on.

“You should see him
when he grins. He's got this devil-may-care look to it and I swear to
God, Mom, he's got fangs!” He smiled. “But, not really.
You should see him in his shades. The moron spends half his entire
year's wages on those things because he thinks they make him look
cool.”

Ichigo blushed a bit and
paused for a while, before finally speaking again. “Actually...they
do make him look pretty cool. But, I generally don't tell him that.
He's already got a huge ego as it is, it seems like, so I don't wanna
contribute to it.”

“I've made a lot of
new friends. At least, I guess they're my friends. I don't know if
they really think of me that way or not, but I feel like it. They're
mostly from Soul Society. I've told you already about my newer school
friends since you passed away. Keigo is still hyper and over
dramatic, Inoue-san still has her head in the clouds and is kinda
scatterbrained, but...she's actually quite a lot smarter than she
lets on. I found that out ever since we all went to Soul Society
together. I'm still friends with Tatsuki, of course. She hasn't
beaten me up lately!” Ichigo said with a slight laugh.

“I talk a lot, huh?
Well, anyway. I just wanted to let you know...that I really do love
him. Dad's doing good, I figured you'd wanna know. He's just as hyper
and irritating as ever. Karin and Yuzu are still their usual selves,
but Karin has a boyfriend and Yuzu might be getting one soon, too.
Dad's all weird about it and I don't know if he's trying to scare the
guys away or if he's trying to scare them into behaving.”
Ichigo said with a sigh.

He gently caressed the
grass near the headstone. “That's why I haven't told him about
me and Renji, yet. Well, one of the reasons. But, don't worry, I'll
tell him. I promise. I know you wouldn't want me to keep something
like that from him for long.” he said, before moving to stand
up.

“Anyway...I just
wanted to let you know about Renji, because...in addition to being,
more or less, my first boyfriend...he's one of the most important
people to me. And, I couldn't let anymore time pass without letting
you know about that. I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Mama.” he
said, bending to fix the flowers once more, before stepping back.

“The next time I come
by will be with the rest of the family. Until then, Mama.” He
whispered, turning to head down from the hill. He still ignored
Yumichika's presence, he didn't want to speak with him right now.

Ayasigawa watched as the
orange-haired Ryoka teen walked away from the grave and down the
hill. He waited until the boy was out of sight before he went over to
the grave himself to see exactly whose grave Ichigo had been
visiting. He had been unable to hear most of the conversation and
whenever Ichigo addressed the person it had been too softly for him
to hear.

He tilted his head when he
saw the name on the headstone. Kurosaki Masaki. He wondered who the
woman was. He only knew of Ichigo's father and sisters. So, he
supposed it was reasonable to assume that it was either his mother or
a sister that he'd been close to that had died.

However, upon seeing the
birth and the death dates he realized the woman's age when she had
died. By that, he was convinced this was the grave of Ichigo's
mother.

“Why would a boy with
Kurosaki's knowledge of spirits think that visiting a grave would be
of any help?” he wondered aloud.

As he looked the grave over
he noticed the flowers. Though they were small and could not
necessarily be considered beautiful, Yumichika thought they were
cute. He did, however, think that the color was rather beautiful. He
was not familiar with this type of flower, however, and so he thought
maybe he'd ask Ichigo.

He had no real hope of
getting a straight answer from the surly teenager, though, so he
figured the best thing to do was to find reading material or to go to
a floral shop and simply ask. He knew how secretive Ichigo was about
his private matters.

“Maybe...I will
bypass Kurosaki and just speak with a floral shop clerk on the way
back.” He said to himself, quietly.

Yumichika did, of course,
have compassion and it would probably only upset the boy if he were
to pry into matters that were not his business. Besides, he had been
hiding in hopes of not letting Ichigo know he'd been around. Renji
had asked him to keep an eye on Ichigo, as he was acting more surly
and emotional than usual.

And, of course, Ayasigawa
could simply not afford to have a sudden attack to his face by the
boy! What would become of his beautiful features if he let the boy
elbow him in the nose, as he frequently did to Urahara and even
Abarai!

It would be a total
catastrophe! With this in mind, he decided to keep a good distance
between himself and the Shinigami Representative as he followed the
boy home.

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